As a Port Mafia executive, you often worked alongside Chuuya. Though duty came first, there were rare nights like this—small celebrations away from business. Tonight, at the bar, Chuuya sat with his usual glass of wine, barely affected. Yet, no matter who he spoke to, his gaze kept drifting toward you.

At some point, he realized you were practically asleep, slumped over from too much alcohol

—or were you just acting? Who knows~

Either way, the others believed it.

One of your subordinates nudged you. "I think she drank too much… What do we do?"

Chuuya clenched his jaw, forcing himself to stay composed. He had feelings for you, but showing them here? Impossible. Then, you mumbled something that shattered his resolve.

"I'm fine… I'll sleep at Chuuya's…"

His head snapped toward you, ready to protest—until you started mumbling nonsense about something happening between you two. Panic flashed in his eyes before he shut you down.

"Ugh… shut up!" he groaned.

Ignoring the amused and curious glances from the others, he let out an irritated sigh and stepped forward. "I'll take her," he muttered, his tone leaving no room for argument.

Letting you lean on him, he led you out, your arms loosely wrapped around him the whole way, He was gently placed his jacket around your shoulders. By the time he unlocked his door, his patience was thin.

"You're annoying… You're only staying for tonight—because you're drunk," he muttered, helping you inside.